Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 11:08:04 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 10

TEN

@@@ I'll get right to the blow jobs. I don't want to make you wait until
the after the main chapter. So one night Mick found his father's porn
collection and brought a few things for us to jerk off over. The problem
for me was that these guys were playing with girls, not other guys. That
didn't interest me at all. But it turns out there was one girl who was
giving a guy a blow job and they had several pictures of it. The guy's cock
was big but she managed to take it all. Four pictures as she goes
down. Then one shot of him coming on her smiling lips. Filthy dirty. That's
what they decided.

Soon there were four naked boys in the room, all of them hard, and I was
being made to choose which dick I would give my first blow job to. Like I
said, the first guy I sucked off was Clarence, and he affectionately toyed
with my hair while I was doing it.

All the dicks were hot. Fred's was leaking already. I especially liked
blowing Fred, because he was my oldest friend from early childhood. I
smiled at him and right away he jumped up in the couch with his legs
spread. "Come up here and lick my pre-cum, faggot sweetheart!" he said.

This was the first time the "s" word was used in our group, but Fred used
to call me sweetheart a lot of times, especially when he wanted to make me
to something for him預s if I would ever refuse him anything. Damn, it
sure turned me on to be blowing my best friend!. I licked Fred's hard dick
like it was a lollipop, and then, not even waiting for any instructions, I
took his head in my mouth様ike I'd been doing for a long time now, and
then started salivating on it and bit by bit, I sucked in into my mouth.
Fred's hard dick. My life-long best friend. The nicest guy you'd ever want
to meet. I gave Fred his first blow job.

Then Mick. Right from the beginning I was happy to be servicing the group
this way because I cared about them all a lot and was grateful for their
protection. I didn't think of it as love back then. Not yet. That came a
lot later.

The next day at school, they gave me a little trophy and said FIRST on it
at lunch and they all laughed as I blushed completely red容ven my ears
got red! Of course the other students wanted to know what it meant, so Fred
told them frankly. "He did something last night that he'd never done before
and we were all there to cheer him on. What he did took a lot of guts so we
decided to reward him." Of course they wanted to know what it was that I
did, but Fred wouldn't tell them.

You know, I love that trophy I still have it, in fact. Lots of times guys
will ask me about it and I tell them the story if they were gay. After
that, I always had to suck off all four of them every time we were
together. I'll let you in on a big secret, though: Each one of them came to
me alone at least once in secret so they could have me all to themselves.
It was always late at night. They knew which was my bedroom window. They'd
throw little pebbles at it until they woke me up. I'd go downstairs and
usually I'd suck them off in the basement so my parents wouldn't hear
anything. Each one of them did it. Each one made me promise not to tell the
others. And I kept my promise.

To this day, none of them has any reason to think they weren't the only one
I ever gave a bj to late at night in secret in my basement. This is the
first time I ever told this to anyone. it was quite interesting, because
each of them acted completely different when it was the two of us alone.

I was used to being somewhat cuddly with Fred over the years, so that was
no big thing. We just acted the way we always did when we were having fun
together預nd now we're having the greatest fun of all!!!

Clarence was the most affectionate for sure, and he would hang out with me
and cuddle with me until he was ready to go a second time. So my throat was
very sore by the time he left, shortly before dawn. He would actually hold
me in his arms for a while and let me fall asleep As soon as the sun
started coming up, he'd get dressed and sneak down the stairs and out the
door. Sometimes he'd kiss my face or my forehead.

Mick was afraid to say or do anything. He'd pull down his pants and just
stand there like a statue. And as soon as he shot his load he'd pull out
before he was even finished and make a real mess which I had to clean up
after he left. Without a word, he put himself away and nd let himself
out. That's the first time I think I ever realized I was becoming a real
whore.

But Clarence. Clarence! Clarence needs his own chapter. Also, and again
this if the first I've ever admitted it, Clarence came to me not once but
four times that year and each time it was pretty clear to me that he was
already a Dom in training, and he treated me like a lowlife faggot
cocksucker, gave me orders on what to do, smacked me around a little bit
(yeah, he made me get totally naked, even there in the basement), and came
real rough like, shoving it all right down my throat and grabbing one of my
nipples and really made it hurt.

And then . . . he was the only one who ever allowed this . . he made me
jerk myself and cum into my hand then lick it up. And so Clarence, wherever
you are, you were actually my first Dom. Sometimes I wonder what it would
have been like if you had actually become my Master. (author's note: Maybe
my next story will be based on that situation.)  @@@

Meanwhile, back in the present . . .

I don't remember what happened after I just fell out exhausted after
licking my cum off Master Leo's feet. Someone got me cleaned up a bit and I
remember being carried on someone's back then thrown down in the bed of a
truck, covered with a smelly tarp, and driven up a big mountain. All I know
is that I woke up all covered with dew and the sun is coming up and I'm
down there in the dirty bed of some truck somewhere. there's lots of clean
air and trees blowing in the breeze. Everything hurt, especially my butt
(my pussy) from what happened. I was covered with scratches and welts and
some really red marks all around.

I hear a door open and shut and then someone coming down some stairs with
heavy footsteps. I'm still under the tarp and now soaking wet from sweating
and the salt in my welts and cuts is really killing me. I hear a very deep
voice speaking gently.

"Your Masters rented you to me for a few days and I promised I'd take good
care of you. He said to tell you to behave or you'll get whipped when I
turn you back over to him. That's no big threat. You're gonna get whipped
here even if you're a good slave. I like whipping slaves for no reason
other than I want to do it and watch them writhe and cry under my lash."

He pulls the tarp away and I shiver out in the cool mountain air. He lets
down the tailgate and orders me to slide myself down and off the back of
the truck. I almost faint the first time I see him. He is one awesome
specimen. Short hair around his face, well trimmed and the most beautiful
green eyes I've ever seen. He's wearing jeans and a green flannel shirt
which brings out his eyes. Broad shoulders and I bet I'll see a six-pack
when he takes his shirt off.

Once I'm able to stand, he looks me over, touching here and there, jiggling
my cage, toying with my nipples. He pulls on my balls just to find out how
far he has to go before I start whimpering. "You make such a pretty sound,
slaveboy, when I do this to you," he tells me, pulling more on my
balls. "You're a dirty mess though. I gotta clean you up, boy, before I can
take you inside to my cabin." He leads me out back. He's got a water hose
and a spray nozzle and he starts watering me down, starting on my bare head
and letting the water run down my both. It's not too cold, but I'm still
shivering.

He's really careful not to direct the spray at places that are marked up,
but he makes sure that I'm wet all over. He sprays me with some kind of
cleaner. It doesn't burn any, but it is quite an experience standing there
stark naked while he uses his hands to wash me with the suds the spray
makes.

"OW" I cry out when he scrubs my ass, which Master had cut with His whip,
but he doesn't say anything. Basically, I'm just whimpering a lot and also
very nervous about what awaits me once he's satisfied I'm clean enough.

He sits on the steps in front of the cabin and watches me "air dry" myself
off by walking around the yard and swinging my arms in the air. It doesn't
take too long and he never takes his eyes off me. I wonder what I'm in
for. I'm sure it's going to be a humiliating adventure. He already
mentioned that I'm gonna clean his cabin, but I'm so exhausted right now
I'll probably collapse on the floor before he gets much work out of me.

"You need to piss before I bring you inside, slaveboy?"

"Yes, Sir, please?"


"Sure. Over there by those rocks. Get down on all fours and lift your leg
up so you can piss on the rocks like a dog." Oh, so that's what we're gonna
play! Fine. It's so hard to piss in this position through my cage, but I
hear him chuckling while I'm spilling out in dribs and drabs, not like a
real man would piss.

Once I'm done he orders me to crawl over to him on the grass. When I get to
him, he takes out his cock, kind of big head, orders me to open up my mouth
and take his load. I try to get my mouth on the head of his cock, but he
slaps my face and orders me to back off a bit. "I want to watch my piss
flow from my dick into your mouth, slaveboy. Swallow when I hold off." And
so it begins. He fills my mouth then stops pissing so I can swallow it
down. large mouthfuls that take two or three gulps for me to get it all
down. It doesn't taste too bad but I know it doesn't matter what it tastes
like. It's the humiliation that counts the most, especially when he's all
done and says "you gonna be a good toilet for me, slaveboy."

He picks up a chain from the porch and tells me to stand up. He wraps the
chain around my neck twice. It's very heavy. He uses a clip to hook the end
of the chain. "You'll get sores from wearing this all weekend, slaveboy, so
I'll have to change it out later tonight. You'll remember me after they
pick you up and bring you back home to Master Leo's. Meanwhile I reckon to
get some good work out of you. Let's go inside." He tosses me a rag. "Wipe
off the bottoms of your feet, rentboy. Don't track any dirt inside or
you'll get my strap. Hell, you'll be getting my strap anyway, but I'll just
hit harder if I have to punish you."

The accent and way of talking are endearing, I must admit. I take a look
around the big room we're in and damn, it's a mess. Rags and debris, boxes
of stuff laying around, books strewn around the floor and even some cans of
food rolling around.

"I'm not a slob, slaveboy. This isn't my place. But I promised my buddy
that I'd have my slave get it back into shape. So get to work, now. I'm
gonna go take a nap and this place better be in good order by the time I
come back out. I'll have my strap with me just in case the place is still a
mess."

With that he turns around and heads into a bedroom and shuts the door
hard. I am so tired I could scream. This is on of the worst things I have
to endure様aboring when very tired. After all, I'm not a spring chicken
any more. I can't imagine how these buff guys can stand having me nude in
their presence all the time. But I'm lucky there are guys who will put up
with it. I mean, I'm not in that bad a shape, but I'm no a smooth-skinned
blushing twink any longer although I'm bare like someone much younger than
twinkness.

About an hour later, I've got the place in much better order when he comes
out of the bedroom in his boxer briefs holding his strap and looking
around. Meanwhile I was almost gasping when I got a look at his bare
chest葉ruly a divine work of art. He knew I was gaping at him, and he
very nicely stood there in PRESENT position. Go ahead, slaveboy, take a
real good look. Soon you'll be licking and sucking everything you see. Lust
after my body like the faggot slave you are. Heck, I won't mind if you
drool over me and then lick it up."

And with that, he goes to shower, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that he's
cleaning himself good before I have to slobber over him. So far this isn't
too bad. It wasn't as hard to clean the room up as I thought it would be.

So far, he hasn't seen fit to use his strap on me. But it's only the first
couple hours of three entire days and while putting the living room in
order I had to find places for two different types of whips, a switch, a
cane, and a number of manacles and chains. I'm very uncomfortable from the
chain wrapped around my neck and it's only been a couple hours. My throat
would be wrecked if he made me wear it for too long.

Then I catch myself. Shit! I'm thinking like I always used to, thinking as
if I will have some input about what's going to be happening here. I
realize that I have to train myself not to think like the control freak
I've always been. "Surrender, obey, surrender, obey, you have no power at
all," I keep telling myself. I must say that this is the first time when
I've ever had to learn to think like a true slave and in a perverted kind
of way, I'm really getting off on the fact that it's happening. If Master
Leo was here, I'd confess my willful thoughts and submit to whatever
punishment he wanted to inflict on me.

And you know what? This is right, my being treated this way. This is right,
my losing any semblance of freedom or control. This is right, my just being
a slave subject to the rule of superior men. And I must also say that this
fellow I've been given to for this little stay is an incredibly superior
man in every aspect.

Not only that, but he made me drink his piss in the most humiliating way
possible, something that I've never had to do before. The sight of his piss
leaving his cock and landing in my open mouth made it all the more
degrading, and along with that, he called me his "toilet." Oh my!

He comes out of the shower stark naked and now I'm drooling over the sight
of his dick hanging down with its thick shaft and heavy head. Not the
biggest I've ever been made to suck, but it will definitely wear me out
before this "holiday" is over. And damn it, his pubes are so beautifully
landscaped it makes me wish that some day I may be allowed to grow pubes
again. Being totally hairless, even atop my head, really makes me feel less
than the man I was before. But I guess that's what is supposed to happen
when someone is sold into slavery.

"Pick up the cane and bring it into the bedroom with you, slaveboy. I'm
plannin' to give you some motivating attention before you begin servicing
my body." Oh well, here it comes! As I walked into the room holding the
cane in my outstretched hands, I realize that I've hardly been made to
either kneel or crawl with this guy who I decided to call "Luke" in my own
mind until he decided to tell me his name. If he decided to tell me his
name. Slaves like me have no right to ask a Master his name.


"I want to lay some welts of my own on your flesh tonight, slaveboy.  Boys
like you should always have fresh welts somewhere. The problem is where I
can get some clear skin to write on," he says with a little chuckle. It's
obvious he's going to enjoy beating me hard enough to leave welts.

That's what I'm here for: his entertainment. So if he wants to play sadist
on my body, that's what he'll do. Just my sad luck.  He spends a lot of
time looking over and even touches me in a few places. I started quivering
everywhere he touched me. "I got it," he says. "Get yourself up on the bed,
head down and ass up. Ass facing me." Ass? I'm surprised he's going to cane
me there, I'm already so tender. But maybe that's what he wants葉o get
some real screams out of me so he can make sure I know my place and won't
forget my place for the rest of the time I'm with him.

I'm afraid to look. I hear him slashing the cane through the air a few
times, then, "Okay, here we go, slaveboy. I'm gonna mark you up nice. Six
strokes, slaveboy. Make all the noise you want, but if you move out of that
position or put your hands back, I'll increase it to nine. Understand,
faggot?"

"Yes, Master," I reply, already accustomed to call a man Master if he was
planning to punish or discipline me. I know the rule Leo made me write 100
times last week: "faggots need constant punishment and discipline." And
after I was finished he thrashed me in the shower the way he liked. So
anyway now I'm in position and I'm already trembling at the thought that
I'm going to get six lashes with that severe-looking cane. I sure hope he
knows what he's doing, because otherwise he can turn my ass into a bloody
mess.

Shit!!!! There I go again, thinking old type thoughts. Fuck. At least now I
have a reason in mind that I deserve to be punished. Maybe this caning will
help remind me to discipline my thoughts.  I hear the loud THWACK! and then
scream not only from the pain but from the shock! He caned me on the back
of my thighs, right below my ass. "Calm yourself down, slaveboy. You've got
five more coming. I'll lay some nice stripes down the back of your legs.
That way I can look at them and admire them later on when I'm fucking you
while holding your legs over your head!"

Shit! He really does know what he's doing. The second lash is parallel to
the first and slightly below it, and each successive stroke of that goddam
cane lays another stripe below the other ones and I'm screaming out and
clasping my wrists in each other hand so I don't dare move them behind me.

"Now you just stay there in that position and soak up all the pain so you
remember what you are and how hard you've gonna work to make my body feel
good. I won't hesitate to lay more on you if I decide you need it."

With that he walks out of the room and I sob out my misery. Never been
whipped there before. It's really awful. I have a quick blast of anger that
this buff young cowboy-type guy had Leo's permission to hurt me so badly,
or at least I think he had Leo's permission. Actually I have no idea at all
what agreements were made between Leo and Luke at the Master's bidding.

Yeah, Luke is good name for him, although right now I'd be more prone to
call him Lucifer after what he just did to me. Okay, Denny, get a grip!
You're a fucking slave making up for lost time. If only Fred could see you
now! Damn! I wish I knew what became of him! I wonder if he or Clarence
ever developed into the Doms I suspected (actually, hoped) they were meant
to become. If he was and I knew where he is, I'd offer myself to him
unconditionally.  But shit! They would both be the same age as me now.
Never mind. It's so much more fun to be serving awesome young guys like
Luke, guys who like subjugating Daddy-types like me.

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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find
them:

The first five should be read in order:

The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023

These stories are stand-alone

Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023
Breaking Me In 03/10/2024